I think we're going to make it!!

Once again, this is Jess, coming to you live (well, I'm partially alive, anyhow) from New York.

Well, seeing as the travelers will be flying home tomorrow (and it's about TIME!!!), this is my wrap-up post. Daddy will be going to pick them up at the airport, although there is some confusion as to when this will occur, due to the fact that someone gave me the numbers in military time! I mean, 14:19??

I attempted to compile a list of things I've learned while they were away. Here are a few:

-Josh does not know where his socks are. Ever.
-It is possible to eat cold cereal for breakfast every morning.
-Grape juice is attracted to clothing.
-It's not a good idea to give Katrina water before bedtime.
-Joanna does not bathe unless you tell her to. (You don't want to know how long it took me to learn that....)
-If you forget to put the kids to bed, they will still be up at 10:30, or whenever you remember them.
-Shout does not take dry erase marker out of clothing. Actually, it would appear that nothing does.
-It's virtually impossible to keep the house clean.
-And moms are pretty much amazing, especially mine. She makes it look easy!

We're all going to be really glad to see the travelers back home. But I know all the kids will be especially glad to see their mother--I know I'm a poor substitute. In fact, I feel kind of like a politician whose ratings are dropping. I think I'm down into the negative numbers with Josh right now. To give you an idea what he thinks of me, this is a picture that he drew of me:

Flattering, isn't it?! He also drew a picture of himself, and when I asked him about it, he said, "That's me, after you chopped my head off." Now WHERE did he get that idea from?? Do I seem like the type of person that would do something like that? It is obvious that he didn't draw a neck on this particular self-portrait, but--for the record--it's not my fault!!
So, here it is almost the last day, and I am still sane (as if I ever was!) and alive.

But don't start thinking there weren't some close calls! Remember, there were four little Indians running around the house (complete with bows and arrows looking suspiciously like clothes hangers and pencils). I was held at what I suppose would be called arrow-point several times, and nearly lost my life as a result. [Just kidding]

Hmm...would that be referred to as KIA?

(Picture of Indian by Hosanna)